"Mline, AA - Winnie the Pooh, Book 1" - читать интересную книгу автора (Milne A A)

He had murmured this to himself three times in a singing sort of way, when
suddenly he remembered. He had put it into the Cunning Trap to catch the
Heffalump.
"Bother!" said Pooh. "It all comes of trying to be kind to Heffalumps." And he
got back into bed.
But he couldn't sleep. The more he tried to sleep, the more he couldn't. He
tried Counting Sheep, which is sometimes a good way of getting to sleep, and, as
that was no good, he tried counting Heffalumps. And that was worse. Because
every Heffalump that he counted was making straight for a pot of Pooh's honey,
and eating it all. For some minutes he lay there miserably, but when the five
hundred and eighty-seventh Heffalump was licking its jaws, and saying to itself,
"Very good honey this, I don't know when I've tasted better," Pooh could bear it
no longer. He jumped out of bed, he ran out of the house, and he ran straight to
the Six Pine Trees.
The Sun was still in bed, but there was a lightness in the sky over the Hundred
Acre Wood which seemed to show that it was waking up and would soon be kicking
off the clothes. In the half-light the Pine Trees looked cold and lonely, and
the Very Deep Pit seemed deeper than it was, and Pooh's jar of honey at the
bottom was something mysterious, a shape and no more. But as he got nearer lo it
his nose told him that it was indeed honey, and his tongue came out and began to
polish up his mouth, ready for it.
"Bother!" said Pooh, as he got his nose inside the jar. "A Heffalump has been
eating it!" And then he thought a little and said, "Oh, no, I did. I forgot."
Indeed, he had eaten most of it. But there was a little left at the very bottom
of the jar, and he pushed his head right in, and began to lick....



By and by Piglet woke up. As soon as he woke he said to himself, "Oh!" Then he
said bravely, "Yes," and then, still more bravely, "Quite so." But he didn't
feel very brave, for the word which was really jiggeting about in his brain was
"Heffalumps."
What was a Heffalump like?
Was it Fierce?
Did it come when you whistled? And how did it come?
Was it Fond of Pigs at all?
If it was Fond of Pigs, did it make any difference what sort of Pig?
Supposing it was Fierce with Pigs, would it make any difference if the Pig had a
grandfather called TRESPASSERS WILLIAM?
He didn't know the answer to any of these questions . . . and he was going to
see his first Heffalump in about an hour from now!
Of course Pooh would be with him, and it was much more Friendly with two. But
suppose Heffalumps were Very Fierce with Pigs and Bears?
Wouldn't it be better to pretend that he had a headache, and couldn't go up to
the Six Pine Trees this morning? But then suppose that it was a very fine day,
and there was no Heffalump in the trap, here he would be, in bed all the
morning, simply wasting his time for nothing. What should he do?
And then he had a Clever Idea. He would go up very quietly to the Six Pine Trees
now, peep very cautiously into the Trap, and see if there was a Heffalump there.
And if there was, he would go back to bed, and if there wasn't, he wouldn't.